Humidity dancedOn my body in itsUgly manifestationClothes clutching to bodyO, rain in a couple of days, Say the papers over two daysI go from one vendorTo the other; all dryFaded colours of greenRed, yellow, orangeMy palms dampMy eyes caught clustersBright green and temptingOn return home, I settleIn the sofa separating eachFrom the cluster with myWorking woman's handsEach went into a vessel ofSalted water waiting to beChopped chopped n choppedI stretch my hands to loosen...